Smoke Colored Bench

Dream

I sometimes dream

Soft darkness

Gentle lullabies

Careful words

To soften the clay

Molded

to protect my body

from your words

Spewed from your dry lips

Cracked from lack of care

From the lack of love

From the words spewed

shrouded with darkness

Hidden beneath each curve

Just to find a mind

Naive and little

Vulnerable

To tear apart

To shred

No care

as to what

Is in the line of fire

Now you have turned me into

a machine

Precise footsteps

Avoiding all cliffs

Where I could drop

And give to my emotions

Where I could get

Overpowered by darkness

Sometimes I wonder

what it would be like

To have the bullets

You fired my way

Dodged

Sometimes I just dream
Just to remind myself

Of light

Carefully hidden beneath

The blanket

Of darkness

that holds no warmth

But still I dream

Soft lips

Careful hands

Precise words

Fuzzy warmth

Igniting light within

Sometimes I dream

Sometimes I just

Dream

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▼ M E A N I N G ▼

This poem is about someone who was vulnerable and naive, and someone came into there life and toughened them up...in a bad way. Words hurt them, so they decided it would be better to be closed off, to not communicate. But, sometimes they dream, of learning how to grow up gently not be forced to toughen up and grow up gentle. Hope you all enjoyed! (Check out the song below!)

London Future, Jessie Reyez   / /  Hold Your Fire

➳ Leah Skye